Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Journey Continues

Over the last couple of months I've found I needed consciously address my own, personal acceptance again. A few pants had gotten a little too tight. In the past I may have forced myself to suffer and endure them, thinking I would try to motivate and remind myself about my goals but really it was punishing myself. This punished me more than just the painful bind in my in tummy, it also made me look dumpy and broadcasted to the world I had gained weight and my clothes didn't fit.

I have had to deal with some of my fear of letting go and just let be what they are going to be with my size. At moments it really has taken a retraining of my personal dialogue. I still have a long way to go on this journey but I suppose I'm at least heading in the right direction. And I have newer, comfortable pants.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Oprah. Again.

Not a surprise Oprah has regained weight, after all we have all BTDT and we all know diets simply don't work. What is so sad to me is how this beautiful, intelligent, accomplished woman cannot find a way to stop beating herself up and just live in peace with herself. What also gets me is she will find her way to another diet (although it will likely be label something like a lifestyle change) We will have another big hoopla show about it and because of her celebrity and influence she will drag millions of woman into spending billions of dollars on some new false hope. Again.

I think I have a new response to when anyone predictably starts talking to me about a new diet they are on, "Interesting, let me know how it works out in three years."

Friday, November 7, 2008


It's been a good week indeed. Most of the people I voted for actually won; including president, congressional rep. (my boy, Jay Inslee with 69%!), governor, and superintendent of public instruction. The superintendent of public instruction is the only one my husband and I actually agreed on and we're really happy about that one, bub bye Terry Bergeson. DING, DONG the WASAL test is DEAD! What rubbish that was and cost a freaking ridiculous load of taxpayer money to administer.

I got to spend time with my brother for the first since he moved to Florida over a year ago. He's a good guy and it was great to spend some time with him. The pushy, cleanse lady from the rec. center was suspiciously absent the five days I went swimming. I'm even daring to hope she embarrassed herself and now feels too uncomfortable to face me. That would be really perfect justice in my opinion and hopefully would keep her from approaching a fat person less confident than myself.

Thursday, November 6, 2008


All I can do is shake my head at this.

At least times have changed

I have to say when I clicked on the link to this article, Four Body Types: How to Dress, I was pleasantly surprised to see that both plus sized and boyish figures were included. I think we're the two types that much of the fashion industry simply still ignores. How they can continue to ignore over 50% of the female population and stay in business is still beyond me. At least many retail stores seem to finally be getting with the program, if still somewhat too slowly for my liking.

I remember shopping with my mother with I was young, she wore a size 12 or 14 back in the 70's and 80's, so more like a modern 10. She had a terrible time finding anything decent to wear. Most of her options included mu mus and hideous housecoats. I recall one time when she was in tears trying to find something nice to wear to a special occasion. Now in her seventies and about a 1x she hoards clothes to an almost alarming extent. I think it has much to do with growing up poor during the Great Depression but I also think her almost desperate experiences in dressing rooms thirty years ago still haunt her.

While I didn't agree with all of the assertions for plus sized shapes in the Four Body Types article I'm at least encouraged to see us acknowledged for a change.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Partisan Homefront

Every four years at my house there is far less than normal peace to be had between my husband and I. When we first met almost 21 years ago our first conversation ever resulted in a heated political disagreement, little has changed in the years since. Thankfully politics are the only thing we generally disagree with each other on. Yet every four years it can be brutal. This time we have both an Obama and a McCain bumper sticker on our minivan.

This last weekend we found ourselves hanging out on my sister's sofa reading this Reader's Digest article together. While discussing it we actually found some common ground and understanding. Some of the ideas have real merit and some are rubbish, like number 8: Measure Results and Make Them Public.

The group sets standards of care for 14 conditions, and the onus is on doctors
to counsel, motivate, and even push their patients to get with the program. The
organization gathers outcome data and posts the percentage of patients at each
clinic who meet all the standards for a particular condition on

Since my husband is naturally slender he didn't immediately see the major flaw with this until I pointed it out. Doctors would shame, bully, etc. fat patients (or other "problem" patients) into complying or find a way to push them out of their practice to make their stats look better. We also jointly found some merit with some of the other ideas. It was so pleasant to find some bipartisan peace on something, especially with a subject that is one of our biggest hot topics.

I so look forward to the end of the election season tomorrow and restoration of usual harmony for a while. Well that and taking that blasted McCain sticker off my ride!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


After doing laps for 75 minutes in the pool today I was in the locker room getting dressed. A woman tries to hand be a business card while saying, "I don't want you to be offended but I want to let you know about this." She starts to mumble something about losing weight. I said, "Oh, no thank you." She persists, shaking the card. Me again, "No thank you." She goes on. Me, "No thank you. I'm part of the size acceptance movement, I have a fat acceptance blog." She tells me, "It's easy, it's a cleanse, the weight just comes off, you don't have to do anything." (Yeah, right). Again, "No thank you, it's not for me." She goes on, I gather my stuff and head out the door, saying, "Have a nice day." She is still talking as I head out the door, saying something about I'll change my mind when I start to have health problems.

What the heck? Do these people feel led to equally accost underweight people in public. After all they are at similar morbidity risk. I realize they think they have my best interest at heart and they think that justifies such rudeness but I feel like telling them it doesn't. However, I also feel like I need to continue to be polite since I don't want to give them further fuel for their misguided views of fat people. I'm not sure that worked either, I'm sure she just thinks I'm in denial and too lazy to deal with it. However, I don't really care what she thinks either. If she persists again I don't think I'll be as nice. I'm also thinking I'm using one of dressing room curtains from now on.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Hollywood making sure to keep fat jokes alive for the next generation

So I'm still working on my fat acceptance and making decent progress. A couple of months ago I decided life is way too short for uncomfortable pants after enduring a few hours of a pair of jeans digging into my waist. I now have several new pairs, most of them some great knit pants from Junonia.

Today we had a lovely family outing into Seattle and where do I get accosted with fat prejudice again but while watching Fly Me to the Moon. It's an animated 3D movie that is suppose to be a happy story about cute flies going to the moon. Fat jokes were a recurring theme throughout the film but at the worst point it almost had the fat, dumb fly die due to getting stuck where the thin, brave one had just made it easily through. If I had researched it before we went I would have realized this but sadly I didn't. Thankfully we didn't dish any money out for this; tickets were included with our Pacific Science Center membership. I only regret my four kids were exposed to it.